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*knock knock*
Velvette rose her head up and looked at the door to her room. Someone's knocking. Ah, that's right. It's the Ladies' Night today, to which she invited Vox and his boyfriend he was very overprotective about. She stood up from a fluffy armchair and heard knocking again. After opening the door, she was greeted by the sight of Vox tapping the floor with his left foot impatiently, arms crossed and a very irritated frown on his face.
"What took you so long? We've been standing there for five minutes now!"
"We?"
"Salutations!" Alastor popped out of the shadows, spinning his microphone staff around. Velvette almost screamed out of surprise.
"Dude, don't do that! You almost gave me a heart attack!"
"I probably would if it wasn't for the fact that we're in Hell, doll"
"Motherfucking sadist" The girl mumbled and sighed. After a second, she clasped her hands together and smiled brightly "Okay, ladies, it's time for our Girls' Night!"
Velvette invited the couple to the group party and when they have finally entered her room, she hung a "No Valentinos allowed!" sign on the door. Then, she closed it and giggled. Oh, this is going to be so fun.
She had everything prepared: Three stools to sit on while she's doing makeovers, various cosmetics, nail polish and a lot more of stuff like this. All this stored in front of a wall with three square shaped mirrors surrounded by yellow lightbulbs. Main color palette of the decorations were red and pink.
"Okay girls, time for the Ladies' Night to start! First we're gonna paint out nails, then maybe do something with our hair- well, not you Vox, but if your boyfriend wants to, I can help him with his hair. He really needs it"
"Don't judge people by appearance, dear"
"Your haircut is a fuckass bob. I'm not judging, I'm saying facts"
Velvette walked over to her desk and took several nail polishes of various colors. Lavender, sky blue, dark blue, crimson, you name it. There was everything here.
"Which one do you want, Vox?" She asked the TV Demon who was sitting on one of the armchairs in the room. He looked at her with confusion.
"What are you on about?"
"Nail polishes. Which color do you want?"
"None! I'm not a lady, I don't paint nails!"
"I'll take the crimson one" Alastor asked politely, even raising his hand before speaking, to which Velvette responded with a happy squeal of excitement.
The girl put all other colors aside and gestured for the Radio Demon to sit on one of the stools. And so he did, taking a seat in front of a mirror. These damned lightbulbs annoyed him because they were too bright from up close and he had to squint his eyes a bit, but he didn't say anything about it for sake of "fun" they were trying to have here.
Meanwhile Vox was watching this with shock, eyes wide with disbelief.
"Al, don't tell me you are really going to-?"
"Why not? It looks elegant. Besides, nail polish is removable, so why decline such offer?"
"See?! Even he says it's cool! You just have no style"
"Oh, doll, you have no idea" Alastor rolled his eyes playfully
After a second of struggle to open the small goddamn nail polish bottle, Velvette got to work. Just a few minutes and she was done with her job, stepping aside and letting her "client" watch the results. The Radio Demon hummed, tilting his head to the side. His grin widened.
"Lovely! You sure do have talent, my dear"
"I know, right? I'm fucking awesome!"
"Are you sure you don't want to try it, Vincent?" Alastor turned around and asked "I think you'd be satisfied with it. Besides, you know I don't usually ask you to do things, so this one time could you try-"
"YOU BET I WILL" Vox jumped up from the armchair with the speed of light and took a seat next to his partner "Sky blue, Velv. With glitter"
"Noted!" Velvette grabbed the sky blue coloured nail polish and then looked for glitter. The girl found it pretty quickly and then she walked towards another "client" of hers. Painting someone's nails (or tips of claws in this case) is something requiring immense precision. You need to focus, prevent your hand from shaking and put just the good amount of the nail polish on the nail. Otherwise you fucked up the work and need to start again.
"Done!"
"Amazing!" Vox admired with genuine excitement.
"They really suit you, sweetheart" Alastor pointed out, the comment making the other man blush.
"You think it looks pretty?"
"Yes, gorgeous even! And to think that just a minute ago you said you didn't want to paint the tips of your claws. You silly picture box!"
Oh how Vox loved when his partner complimented him. Just hearing the man say his name was enough to make his heart skip a beat, and if he were still alive, he'd probably have a heart attack out of the amount of pleasure he'd feel. Now, compliments were another thing, something of its own unique kind. Especially Alastor's compliments. You must know, the guy wasn't easy to read. Things he'd say could be easily misinterpreted if you don't know him at least in a fraction.
Luckily, Vincent didn't have trouble with seeing his boyfriend's intentions. That's why he knew whether he's being genuine or not. It felt like it's a special ability only he had, because he's the only dinner to have such a relationship with the Radio Demon - one feared in the whole Pentagram City and dare someone say even beyond. This was the main reason why the TV Demon wanted to keep Alastor as close as possible at all times, especially after the partnership offer Vox regretted making, regretted even thinking of it back then. Back when he was foolish enough to think he can find love in Hell. But then he understood he was wrong.
And then proved himself wrong again.
Because he actually has no idea what were the odds of him and the Radio Demon becoming friends again, then "business partners" ("Don't tempt your luck, dear friend. You know how your last partnership offer ended") and then... Lovers, how Vox liked to call them. Of course, they both had different perspectives on love and methods of showing affection towards one another. Like you could guess, Vincent was the more openly romantic type, someone who says any (perverted or not) thoughts about his lover.
Alastor was more of a gentleman than his partner and kept most of his thoughts to himself. He never had such... Inappropriate desires that Vox expressed, which has upset the TV Overload a ton when he found out about it, actually.
"What the hell do you mean you're not gonna fuck me?! All this flirting just for you to say 'no' right before the best part?! WHY????"
"It's disgusting. I do not find pleasure in such things"
"OH C'MON!"
"I'm afraid I must decline"
"Just FUCK me already"
"Sorry dear, not interested"
Vox's coping mechanism was reading fanfics and imagining them in his head.
They helped.
Anyway, going back to the Ladies' Night:
"Okayyy, now, hair styling! Let's do something with your hair, Al"
"Me?"
"You. No offense, but your haircut looks like shit. I can help you with it and make it at least pleasant to look at if you want"
Ears on top of Alastor's head twitched, lowering backwards.
"Constructive criticism is accepted, but not always welcomed, Velvette" he said, his voice going static-y more and more with each word, when suddenly, he got an idea.
"Hey, doll, a question"
"Yeah?"
"Can you do curls?"
The girl with two ponytails raised a brow and then laughed.
"Of course I can! What kinda hair stylist can't do curls?"
Alastor's eyes lit up with sudden excitement.
"I'm in!"
Velvette nodded in acknowledgement and turned around, searching her drawers for something. Shampoo? Nope, gotta search again. Hair clips, hairbrushes... Where is it? Oh, there it is!
"Ha! I found it!" The girl stood up and headed towards the Radio Demon "Curling iron! It's gonna help me make your hair all curly and fluffy"
Alastor hummed happily, his smile widening. He waited for Velvette to do her magic. And so she did, preparing the curling iron to work and then starting to progressively slowly and carefully make his hair curly. He's going to have curls again! Oh how long has he waited for this moment.
"If you could, lead them in this direction a bit- yes, there! Alright, now slightly to the left... No, LEFT! I SAID LEFT, VELVETTE"
"IT IS MY LEFT"
"I meant MY left!"
"THE FUCK YOU MEAN YOUR LEFT??!"
"Oh I don't know, WHAT CAN I MEAN BY MY LEFT?!"
Velvette groaned and tried to form the curls in the opposite direction.
"Is it now okay?"
"Yes, thank you"
"...."
"*humming a radio tune*"
"...."
"Wrong direction again, dear. I want it to look like my hair when I was alive"
"How the hell am I supposed to know how you looked like before you died?!"
"I know"
The two looked at Vox who sat in the armchair, fidgeting with the sleeves of his shirt.
"B-Because, you know, I- I uh, saw a picture in a newspaper. The article was about the death of a serial killer from New Orleans who was also a radio host, and, uh... That's how I know" the TV Demon looked to the side, rubbing the back of his head with slight nervousness "You were really beautiful when you were alive, Al"
Although not too visibly, Alastor's cheeks reddened too, the sinner shaking the blush off with a shake of his head.
"Oh please, darling, you're flattering me. I must admit, my appearance was indeed charming and pretty, but I bet you weren't bad either"
"No, but- seriously. You were really gorgeous. I- I wouldn't even be able to describe it no matter how hard I'd try!"
"Okay, Vox, you do the curls. My patience for the deer has ended" Velvette tossed the curling iron to Vox who, luckily, caught it.
The man nodded with acknowledgment and walked over to Alastor, whose hair was halfway done with the whole curling process. At first Vincent didn't know what to do. To be honest, he has never used a curling iron before. He looked over to Velvette for help. She understood the signal.
"You take a hair strand, you use the curling iron and you let go of the hair. As easy as that"
*Nod*
"Just make sure not to...-"
"OUCH! FUCK!"
"-... touch the iron" Velvette finished with a sigh and facepalmed like a disappointed mother who has just saw her son dip a finger in boiling water. Meanwhile Alastor bursted out with laughter, bending backwards on the chair and almost falling from it.
"STOP LAUGHING!" Vox screamed and tapped the hot iron at the Radio Demon's head with much more force than intended. The said sinner squinted his eyes and hissed, ears dropping down. He elbowed the other man in the stomach, making him wince in pain.
"Guys, STOP! Vox, focus for FUCK'S SAKE"
Vincent groaned and rolled his eyes with irritation, his frown deepening. He glanced over at Alastor, who seemed to enjoy himself while looking at the TV Demon with a teasing smirk. That red haired deer is getting on his nerves more than usual today, and he did not like it at all. He may love him, but that doesn't mean he can't get mad at him for being a bitch. Because that's what he's doing right now. Alastor is being a bitch, and not in an attractive way!
"Ugh, fine. I'll try to do the curls, but if you laugh at me once more, Al, I'm going to personally straighten your hair and then cut it down"
"You'd be laying on the floor decapitated before you'd manage"
"Ha! You bet I wouldn't"
"I bet you would, sweetheart"
"Only if you'd be the one to pin me down~" Vox lowered his voice, leaning down to face Alastor with a flirty grin on his screen.
"You'd wish"
"Oh I so would"
"Are you two fighting or flirting?" Velvette tilted her head with confusion, raising a brow.
Vox stepped back from the radio host, coughing into his fist as he blushed with embarrassment.
"Will you do the curls or not?"
"Ah- yes, I just need to learn how this thing works"
After a bit of practice, Vincent managed to somehow get familiar with using the curling iron. With a few swift movements, the curls were done, hair still warm after contact with hot iron. The TV Overlord just couldn't help himself from ruffling Alastor's hair, enjoying the feeling of fluffy curls brushing against his fingers. Oh it felt so nice, like petting a sheep!
Needless to say, Alastor looked way better with curly hair than the fuckass bob haircut he had earlier for whatever reason. He was so damn handsome, more than he usually was, which Vox just had to admit. Maybe he wasn't as gorgeous as he was when he was a human, but at least now his appearance was far more tolerable and charming. Never be back to the fuckass bob. Never.
Alastor looked at his reflection in the mirror, smile widening.
"Marvelous! Truly breathtaking! Oh, my dear Vincent, you captured the hairstyle perfectly!"
"Heh, well, I guess I just remembered it correctly"
"Thank you, darling! Thank you very much!"
"Holy fuck, Alastor, you've finally gotten rid of that fuckass bob! Congratulations!"
***
"All right, girls, it's time for gossiping~!" Velvette clasped her hands together excitedly as she and the boys sat on her bed
"I'll go first" she continued "Val is way too horny and talks about sex too much. And does sex too much"
"Disgusting" Alastor shivered, voice going static-y again "How can one possibly find so much pleasure in something like this?"
"Oh please, Al, don't tell me you're not interested in sex at all" Vox crossed his arms on his chest and raised a brow.
"It's--"
"Hey, what are you doing? And why is there a 'NO VALENTINOS ALLOWED!' sign on the door?! What am I, a fucking roach?"
"Get out, Val!" Velvette shouted, waving her hand dismissively "We're having a Ladies' Night, don't you see?"
"Without me?" Valentino asked, slightly hurt by the statement "Why?"
"Val, we'll talk later!" Vox called out impatiently.
"Ever since you're inviting that deer over, we're growing more and more distant, Voxxy! I do NOT like it"
"Sorry, find yourself someone else to fuck. I'm busy today"
Valentino sighed and closed the door.
"Okay, where were we again?" Velvette asked.
"Vince was asking me if I'm interested in sex"
"And I'm still waiting for the answer to my question"
"Well, it's not like I have no interest in it at all. I do, like a majority of people, sometimes tend to develop silly desires like this, although not very often. It depends on whether I'm in the mood for it or not, which doesn't happen on a daily basis. The difference between you all and me is that I do not express these desires avowedly when they come to my mind. I don't find much pleasure in it either"
"Tch, because you haven't tried it with me yet"
"And I'm not planning to try"
"OH C'MON!"
"Can we stop talking about sex" Velvette asked in a tone that seemed more like an order than a question.
"Yes, we can" Alastor said and nodded to confirm his statement, one of the ears on his hair twitching "We can instead talk about what we like in our loved ones! It is a good idea indeed, I'm just so brilliant, aren't I?"
"What a fucking narcissist" Vox thought, rolling his eyes.
"Sure, except the fact that I'm single" Velv crossed her arms.
"Then me and Al will talk about each other, and you can say what you like in us too"
"Okay, we can do so. Alright, who goes first?"
Alastor rose his hand up in a polite manner as if asking for the permission to speak. Velvette gave him a nod of approval.
"May I go first?"
"Yeah, you can"
"Fantastic! Now, what can I say about my dear Vincent... Hmm... His fashion taste sucks- oh, wait, that's a flaw. Well, he's a charming person. Yes, quite a charmer, indeed! I believe that's a trait that allowed him to get away with his murders, hm? His laugh is quite a cute one, innocent enough to make people think he's a good person!"
Vox blinked slowly, not knowing whether he should feel pleased or offended.
"Was that supposed to be a compliment or a complaint?"
"It was supposed to be an opinion, weather boy. It's up to your interpretation whether it's positive or negative. Now, I believe it's your turn to say something about me, no? I must admit I'm curious of what you like in such a person as I"
"Well, you're cocky. Ignorant, annoying, sadistic and a cannibal, which would concern a normal person"
"A normal person which you aren't"
"A normal person which I'm not and I'm glad not to be. Because I can admire you and your sadism and everything that's great about you. The way you intimidate people, the way you never see your fucking mistakes and you're being a bitch to everyone. Always. But I don't mind it, because you do it in a way I find so fucking hot for reasons unknown even to me. Sounds crazy, doesn't it?"
"Because you're crazy?"
Vox chuckled and raised a brow.
"For you? Always"
He shifted a bit closer to Alastor, a bunch of various thoughts forming in his head. If he only moved a little closer, he could pin the man to the wall. He'd be able to tower over him just a bit, and it would be just enough. To close the gap between them, savour every second of the kiss, get his hands on him and--
"--o, earth to Vox! Hey, are you there?"
Velvette waved her hand in front of his screen to snap him out of his thoughts. He jolted up after a second, blinking confusedly and looking around.
"Wh- yeah, uh- what is it?"
"Can you at least pretend to pay attention?"
"I was paying attention!"
"Yeah, to your boyfriend. You weren't listening at all!"
"Well fuck, you can't blame me! I mean, look at him. He's the most gorgeous thing to ever exist! If you were me, would you not stare?"
"*chuckle* Why thank you, my dear! I appreciate the compliment-"
"It's my turn to speak now by the way" Velvette interrupted "Okay, so, first off... Vox" she turned her head to Vincent "You're a maniac and obsess too much over power. And Alastor. Both power and Alastor"
"So?"
"You're freaky, way too much to my liking, but you're a funny guy and you can be nice when you try"
Vox grinned proudly.
"Well, I am a fucking great man indeed, thank you Velv"
"That's... Not what I said, but yeah alright. Now, Alastor" Velvette looked at the Radio Demon who was fidgeting with his curls. At first he was so focused on it that he didn't even notice the girl was talking about him.
Oh how good it was to have curly hair again.
"Alastor!" The girl called out again, this time gaining the man's attention.
"Yes?"
"We're gonna talk about you now, so pay attention to what I'm saying. Otherwise this doesn't have any sense"
"Yes, yes, dear, I'm listening"
"*sigh* Alright, so... You're certainly a specific person"
"Why thank you!"
"I have no idea what you see in Vox nor what he sees in you, but as long as you two are okay with each other I don't mind it either. As a lesbian myself, I don't judge"
"You better not be" Vincent said and yawned, his screen glitching for a second "Fuck... What time is it?"
Velvette took out her phone and checked the time.
"11:54 PM. Almost 12 AM"
"IT'S ALMOST MIDNIGHT?! WHAT THE FUCK? WE'VE BEEN HERE FOR 3 HOURS????"
"Time flies fast when you do something you enjoy, darling! For example, when you're in the process of killing your victim. Personally, I prefer hunting them down! It's oh so much fun tagging them, listening to their begging for life and cries of pain" Alastor hummed with pleasure at the very thought of a hunt "Ah, I must hunt some prey down tomorrow. Haven't done this in a while, silly me! *chuckle*"
"Heh, well... Would you mind if I went with you?" Vox asked hesitantly.
"Oh, no, I wouldn't mind! As long as you don't steal my kill that is. You know very well how much I love hunting my prey down and rip their insides out one inner organ by one, right?"
"Yeah- I know! I wouldn't be a distraction. I hope"
"Alright then! Would you want some human meat for dinner tomorrow then?"
"Of course! I love your cooking! *yawn*"
"It's getting late" Velvette pointed out "If you two don't mind I'm gonna take my beauty sleep now, so get the fuck out of my room"
Vox looked at her sleepily and pouted.
"Oh c'mon! The night's still young!"
"I think I'm going to go to sleep too" Alastor said, getting up from Velvette's bed and heading towards the door. Before reaching for the doorknob, he turned around to look at his partner "You coming, dear?"
The TV star nodded and got up from the bed too, heading towards the door as well. He let out a tired "mhm" and yawned again before he reached for the doorknob and twisted it, opening the door by doing so. After he walked out of the room, the Radio Demon followed him, waving goodbye to Velvette and closing the door behind himself.
"*yawn* Fuuuck... So much work to do tomorrow" Vox whined, scratching the back of his head "Why can't someone else do it?"
"There are things even overlords like us have to do by themselves, honey"
"But I don't wannaaaa..."
"You should really get some sleep"
"And you're coming with me" Vincent grabbed Alastor's hand just to make sure he doesn't go away. The radio host almost snatched away from the grip instinctively, but then remembered who's holding him.
Vox opened the door to his room. Valentino wasn't here, he probably followed his advice on fucking someone else and left for tonight. That's good, at least he has the whole room just for his boyfriend and himself. He quickly changed his clothes into comfy shark themed pajamas and slumped down on the bed. Alastor, too, changed clothes into something more comfortable and lay down next to Vincent.
They were laying in silence for a while, until the TV star asked:
"So... Wanna fu ?"
"No, thank you. I'll pass"
"But you said you have a little interest in fucking!"
"A little is the key word, dear. And I also said it depends on whether I'm in the mood"
"You're never in the mood if it comes to me then" Vox turned around, hugging the comfy pillow under his head "You don't even want to kiss for longer than necessary, no makeout sessions or whatever! I know you don't like it, but... I just..."
"Dear, we've talked about this already"
"You have so much fun chatting with your folks from the Hotel, hell, you have more fun talking to Velvette than when talking to me! Have you ever wondered how I feel about it?"
Alastor rolled his eyes and sighed.
"Vincent, if this is another justification of your need to be freaky then I'm just going to let you know this is not going to work"
"IT'S NOT ABOUT THAT!" Vox jolted up, hands gripping the blanket tight, eyes squeezed shut.
"What is it about then?"
"I feel ignored, Al! You're having so much fun with everyone else and practically ignoring ME, your boyfriend! We're a couple, we're partners, and yet we don't do anything that couples do! I don't expect you to do anything you consider freaky, but I just... I just don't want to be a part of a one-sided relationship. And I don't like the fact that this shit feels exactly like a one-sided relationship! Like, what the actual FUCK, AL?!"
Vox turned his head around to look at the Radio Demon and expected any reaction on his side. He expected to be either insulted by the radio host for his outburst or be made fun of. These would be the two most "Alastor things" to do.
But none of them happened.
His expression softened, frustration fading and turning into concern.
Alastor lay turned away from him, facing the wall, the ears on his hair dropped down. That's something he did when he was either upset or uncomfortable. Or sad. An emotion Vox has never seen him express.
"Al...?" He asked, voice quieting to a whisper.
"I'm sorry I can't give you what you want. I didn't know you felt this way"
"N-No, Al, I don't need it! I don't really need affection if you're uncomfortable with it, I- I'm sorry for pushing boundaries and shouting at you like this, I really didn't mean to- ugh! I'm sorry, I act selfish sometimes, I don't even control it. You really don't have to-"
"No no no, dear. I mean it!"
"...What??"
"I really didn't know you felt neglected by me! What a silly blind fella I am, sorry for not noticing earlier. And before you say anything, no, I'm not uncomfortable with showing affection! I just didn't think what I do is not enough for you, but given what kind of person you are, I should've known it wouldn't be. After all nothing is enough for you!"
Ouch.
This hurt more than it should've.
"No! Al, don't force yourself into being affectionate. I don't want you to pretend. If you don't want to, just say it! I'll be okay with it, I promise!"
"Just like you were okay during your little outburst of anger?" Alastor's eyes narrowed "Who are you trying to deceive?"
Vox's heart rate quickened slightly, screen starting to glitch. It stopped after a while.
"Shut up" He said, grabbing the blanket tightly again "Shut the fuck up!"
"That's the harsh truth, my dear. We are in Hell for a reason. I wouldn't be here if I were a nice person! You knew that when you fell in love with me for whatever reason"
"Stop talking! Shut your fucking mouth up! I don't want to listen to you! Why won't you just let me enjoy the moment for once?!"
"Because this is Hell, dear Vincent. You can't enjoy a moment here"
Vox sucked in a breath sharply, each word stinging both his ego and his heart. Just like that night at the bar. During his weak moment. His confession.
"There are no friends in Hell, Vincent"
He still remembered that tone of the radio host's voice. How he laughed off his partnership offer. How by just one single question Vox managed to ruin their entire friendship.
"Your feelings made you weak. Besides, as you always were"
"THEN-"
"But that's exactly what I love in you, you know?"
All Vincent's anger disappeared in a second, the sinner slowly turning his head towards Alastor, eyes wide in surprise. He struggled to make a complete sentence and stuttered over words for good 5 seconds before he finally managed to let out two words.
"Excuse me?"
His partner started to chuckle and then bursted out with laughter. How could Vox be so stupid? This silly ol' picture box and his trust issues.
"Do you really think I'd tolerate your bullshit if I didn't care about you in the slightest?"
No kidding, Vox was on the verge of crying just a minute ago and now he was just... Baffled. First Alastor completely crushes ego of his and now he suddenly says he loves him? This man is so confusing, he and whatever the fuck is going on in his head.
"Wha- Hold up, I don't understand. Just half a minute ago you were insulting me and crushing my self-esteem, and now you say my weakness is something you love in me? What the fuck?"
"Hmmm... Maybe I'll put it differently for you to understand"
In a swift motion, he grabbed Vincent by the shoulders and pulled him forward, instantly closing the gap between them. The TV star's breath hitched, screen glitching violently as if he's having a malfunction or something. The kiss lasted longer than Vox would expect it to, especially given the person who he was getting kissed by. His mind went blank, momentarily not being able to process what the actual fuck was happening. When he somewhat regained a fraction of control over his system, he instantly wanted to pull the other even closer and deepen the kiss, but unfortunately Alastor pulled away before he'd even manage to.
It's not like the Radio Demon had to prove his attraction towards the other man, but it was always entertaining to see Vincent lose all his composure after something just as simple as a kiss. It was more fun than Alastor would want to admit. For both of them actually, but I think you can guess that Vox is the one who enjoys it the most.
Speaking of Vox, he was left completely speechless, panting and gasping for air despite 1) Not having lungs 2) Being kissed for not more than 15 seconds. Needless to say, he enjoyed every second of it and would gladly be kissed by the other sinner again.
"So? Do you believe me now, dear? You know, it's quite fun to see you all embarrassed like this after something as simple as a short lip contact... Well, not quite short, but I'm sure you get what I mean"
"Holy... *gasp* fuck... Ahh, it was so fucking GREAT! Do it again, Al"
"Hmmm... I don't think there is a need to"
"Please! I can beg"
"Don't humiliate yourself more than you do on your daily basis, sweetie"
"But- you said you like seeing me embarrassed after a kiss!"
"I did indeed say that, yes. *chuckle* You're quite desperate, don't you think?" The radio host said with amusement.
"Then-"
Vox was cut off by yet another kiss, this time less gentle, much to his liking. He closed his eyes and fell backwards on the bed, whimpering with delight. Alastor pulled away right after, surprised and shocked.
"What- What did you just...?"
"Ngh...Whuh?? H-Hey, why did you stop?"
"I think you're getting too into the mood and I know how this would end if wouldn't stop"
"Why are you always ruining the moment right when it's getting interesting?"
"That's just my charm!"
Vox sighed with disappointment and sat up.
"Can we at least cuddle? You low-key just fumbled up my self-esteem a few minutes ago and ruined the makeout session we've just had. Don't you think I need, dunno, comfort or something?"
"Oh, dear Vincent, the predictable man you are"
Alastor lay down comfortably on the pillow and covered himself with the blanket, practically stealing it from Vincent.
"So?" He asked and was hugged by his partner right after asking the question.
"*yawn* Cuddle time... Yay...!" Vox said shortly after closing his eyes. He had to ask Al to share the blanket with him though, and luckily, he agreed.
They both fell asleep some minutes later.